Chapter 4

Sybil’s POV

Bloody Moon. I was breathing rapidly like someone had just doused me with a bucket of cold water.

No, please. My mind was screaming as I stared at the knife, very sure my ancestors had forsaken me at this moment. Every eye was on us, the men were angry, while the girl just at the tent flap stared at me in fear, like she could already see my head on a pike outside the gates.

I might’ve had a flash of that too.

“I’m—I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” The words grated in my throat, like they were dragged on gravel.

“Easy, steady.”

One of them urged.

And I could only swallow and watch as the man pulled out the knife from his own palm. Blood he didn't care to stop gushing out, and he flashed me with deadly teeth.

I stepped side by side in my spot, trying to get away, if this mad werewolf caught me it would be the end of my fucking life.

“Hold that bitch down for me!” He barked and just as I turned around, making a run for the goddess knew where, a pair of hands caught me and slammed me hard against the table.

Some servants came around attending to his injured hand, trying to stop the blood oozing from his palm in rivulets.

“A little trouble you are…” His friend with brown eyes said, the harshness that it held was enough to make me stutter.

“I-I didn’t mean to.”

He hummed his response, a smile displaying his thin lips. “It’s been long,” he said in this refined cool tone that made shiver skitter down my arms and made me even more terrified than I was.

“The ladies never put up a fight, it was getting boring.” He jerked his head to his bleeding friend, though the blood had reduced, the flesh wasn’t stitching itself back as it should. “Don’t kill her, she’s a fun one.”

My heart sank to my stomach and I let out a prayer to the moon goddess for the first time in years. I’d stopped believing in her.

“If she survives it, then you can do whatever the fuck you want with her.” He spat and approached me with his wrapped hand.

He was just purely evil, the gleam in his eyes sparked and I saw the wicked thoughts that ran through that head of his. I was going to die on this table with him fucking me.

‘Please moon goddess, if there’s ever a time I need you it’s now.’ I shut my eyes to not see him approaching me. I forced down the lump in my throat as a trickle of tears came down my face.

‘Please, save me just this once.’ I choked out another prayer. Knowing even if my wolf decided to charge at them, there was no making it out here alive.

He held the gaze of everyone, “This should serve as a warning to all you sluts!” He spat then returned his gaze to his friends. “Keep her down.”

His third friend grabbed my left arm and suddenly I couldn’t breathe again, I felt trapped and I started heaving, trying in a desperate attempt to wrestle free and get air into my lungs. But no air would come and I only felt my head expand and my lungs grow tight.

My thrashing caused his two friends to hold my legs down as well. He lined himself up in my entrance, coming up to me. My eyes flew shut and the tears fell freely.

I promised that I wouldn’t cry, but now I was giving these sick bastards a show, a means for them to enjoy breaking me. Was this it? How I break at last.

“Open your eyes.” The man grabbed my cheek and it flew open. “You are going to regret the day you were born, slut.”

“No, no, no!” I fought with my head, but then he struck me hard, so hard that I went deaf for a second.

Involuntarily, I shut my eyes anticipating the burning pain that might accompany his craving, but a new kind of pain caused me to tear my eyes open and scream in agony. Death was here.

Death was staring me in the eyes because all I could see was those dark foreboding eyes, and I winced, fearing that I’d done that as he had me by the hair, fisting down tights. I would die and it would not be quick, at this rate a quick death was better.

I was hauled to my feet and tried not to wince again at the burn from my scalp.

“Get cleaned up,” the rogue alpha was saying to the general.

His eyes dropped to the blood that had soaked through the material wrapped around the general’s hands. “I don’t want any casualties when we go to war.”

Then he dragged me along, he didn’t stop not when my shins connected with the table, or when I screamed from the sheer pain of having him grip my hair.

“Please… please I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“Quiet!” He growled and my body locked up, frozen. I managed a whimper but nothing more.

He threw a door open, dark, I didn’t quite see anyone inside of it before the shadow of a man crawled to the front.

“You see her?” His words were all teeth, like an animal speaking. “I’ll have the next one if you don’t get to work.” His fist tightened around my hair, my scalp throbbed in pain and I let out a scream.

Without another word, he spun around and dragged me along with him like a dead animal.

We went back up then he shoved me into his room, the same one I’d met him when Eris brought me here.

The long wooden door slammed shut and I jumped. Only then did he release my hair. I dropped to the ground and he walked forward.

I didn’t raise my head, if he was going to kill me he should be swift and get it over with. “I didn’t mean to hurt him, I was scared,” I explained even if he didn’t ask for one, I just think I should let him know.

“Strip.” The command was straight, no stutter, and firm. So firm that I jerked my head up to stare at him confused.

“Wh-what?” That was stupid from my end, but I had to ask.

I stared at him hoping he would explain further or shed more light, instead he yelled, “Guards.

“No! No, I’ll—I’m…”

Shit.

Immediately, with the speed of a horse, I began to undress, my fingers found the hem of my dress and I yanked it down. Though it didn’t cover the most vital parts of the body.

“Go all the way.” He instructed and I stepped out of the fragile inner.

“Crawl to me.”

My cheeks heated in shame, when I lifted my eyes to him and saw the turbulence of darkness swirling within, I dropped to my knees and crawled to him as he had instructed. Stopping just a few inches from him, my heart thumped in my rib cage, fear, shame, and another something I wouldn’t name tightened around my neck.

I looked away the moment I heard the clanking of belts, then his pants dropped to his knees. Throat tight, lips dry, with frozen thoughts I held myself from looking at him and seeing what he had done.

“Suck.”

That one word snapped my head to him like an unimaginable force was behind it.

Hell…fuck!

He was monstrous up this close and I found myself gaping at the semi-hard cock wondering how it’d fit in my mouth. Another question was readied at the tip of my tongue but with one look at his eyes I decided against it.

It was in fact a wonder that I was still alive till this very moment after the shit I pulled.

I could try the tip, it was better than being raped by the ugly meathead.

“Suck or do you need help to get started?”

Knowing nothing would come out of his word, ‘help.’ I quickly took his cock.